Friday, September 11, 2015

Crossroad

I wonder where you're headed tonight on this cold September night, as you cross the threshold into a new season. Do you have shelter or is your home a cardboard box neatly folded to keep you dry from the rain. Will someone have compassion for where you've been and how you got here and pull you up to help you reach new heights. Or will the fog of indifference cloud the sky. I wonder if you will make it or become another statistic, buried on page 5 of a faded newspaper--the same newspaper you use as a blanket to keep you warm. Or will someone show kindness to give you hope. Whoever said home is where the heart is, didn't understand life on the street. For the street is heartless where you lay your head on rough cement, while others sleep on satin sheets, unaware. I wonder if a dropped coin in your cup is enough. Or what will it take until your cup runneth over.

if you look up

you can see starlight

guiding you home

Dear friends, this weekend I'm sharing a haibun, which is a combination of prose and haiku. This piece was inspired by a homeless person I see every day on the street on my way to work. I didn't take a picture of him to respect his privacy. Instead, I took pictures of a crossroad and empty chairs on cement, perhaps to signify isolation and hopefully a movement toward change. Next week, I will be doing some volunteer work to collect and bring groceries to low-income families to help them survive and stay off the street. A small act of kindness can make a world of difference.

This is a very moving piece, Loredana. It is good to remember, in our comfortable lives, that millions do not have even the most basic shelter. Good for you, volunteering to provide some basic needs to those who need it. I especially love the beauty of the haiku in your haibun. It is lovely.

This is a halibun with a message. It is sad when the street is your home as it can be a rough place to reside. I too like that you snapped shots of the perimeter out of respect. Good luck with the charity work it is a good way to give back a bit to the community.

wonderful loredana. i enjoyed your seeing feeling through the homeless person's shoes you were sharing but for this moment. this says much about your empathetic heart and your humanity. acting with your gift of time, giving is admirable and inspirational. i was alone like this for a small period of time.. i have felt the cold both in weather and lack of human empathy. in this piece i recollected the scent of wet pavement, my urine stained pants, my tears crested on the side of my face as l lay there asking destiny to give me a chance

I wonder if the homeless would even make the paper. They occassionally do here but it is usually around christmas and the colder season. Summer is just as hard, with heat exposure. Only a decision or two different and it could have been me.

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